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I think I have a new job, except for it’s the old job, plus some new job. In addition, there’s the new part of the old job which is to teach others to do the old job so that I can do the new job. That new part of the old job takes more effort than the new part of the new job, though maybe less time. I think I have the new job because my boss described what I do in certain terms that are exactly accurate, yet are beyond any official title I happen to have claimed.

On occasion and more frequently now, part of my job is to go to meetings with other consultants. Consultants talking to consultants, to vet what we know, what they do not know, to keep the options open like Chelsea’s baby daddy on Teen Mom 2. It’s an interesting endeavor, these discussions, in part because we almost always know more, though sometimes someone throws out a tidbit that helps drop in another puzzle piece. We’re in a game right now where we are like the queen on the chess board, and everyone is gunning for us, and so we have to be playing several steps ahead, keeping an escape route available and gunning to be lethal. Geez, all this just to design and build big vessels in which to digest poop. I wish they’d bid the job already.

Today was one of those days, a meetingy day, in part. It involved eating lunch at a French restaurant (not the most vegetarian friendly of cuisines - I had quiche), and then there was dinner in North Beach (spinach ravioli). Italian in North Beach, because, of course, always Italian in North Beach. This new part of the job could make me fat. Now is the time to reinforce the “I do not eat dessert at lunch” declaration.

At dinner, right after we walked past John Madden, I was put in charge of the wine. I think this happened because I picked up the wine list. Subsequently the waiter gave me a sample of the wine made by the owners of the restaurant. It was lovely and he pointed it out at $106 a bottle. My BD guy said something along the lines of, “that’s how we roll,” and I said, “I do not order $100 bottles of wine, I order $30 bottles of wine, and so if you want to order the $106 bottle, then you make the call”. My San Jose counterpart cited policy and it was declared that we would get a $60 bottle of wine. Chianti. Hold the fava beans.